Event wrapped up late. Corporate dinner at the chateau-like HQ. Supervised gourmet plates. Guests picky. No culture clashes allowed. Slipped into black cocktail dress. Jewels on. Hoped for flirty glances. Cristy’s eyes skipped mine. Dessert prep next. Then meeting on harvest timelines with my husband. Music lounge empty now. Two Asian interns chatted magazines. Stepped out for air. Heat thick. Desperate. Circled building. Spotted her office window over courtyard. It cracked open. Shadow hid me. Froze. Moonlight faint. Candelabras glowed. Distant printer hummed. Coffee stench mixed with lingering perfume. Back wing light flicked on. Off. Waited minutes. Heart raced. Needed better view. Slid along facade. Pushed first door. Click. Locked behind me. Up two flights. Empty conference room. Overlooked courtyard. Her window dark. Open.
She appeared. Closer than ever. Thirty meters. Night silence intimate. White stockings. Lace tops. Body sculpted pale. Sat sideways on wide sill. Legs bent. Feet flat frame. Arms crossed under tits. Rounded perfect. Nipples popped dark room. Delicate areolas puffed. Tips fragile. Slid into chair facing window. Hand dove under dress. Fingers sought wet heat. She held pose. Long minutes. Then thighs inside. Slow. Pressed hard. Up belly. Thumbs grazed pussy lips. Mouth parted. Silent moans. Left hand up. Teased tits. Nails traced areola. Flicked nipples. Pinched brutal. Soft violence. Pure need. Matched her. Yanked dress top down. Bra unhooked. Tits swelled full. Pregnancy prime. Craved bites. But eyes locked on her.
The Mounting Tension
Her right hand reversed. Dove deep crotch. Fingers on clit. Circled firm. Pleasure waves. My right hand plunged pussy. Two fingers G-spot. Thumb clit grind. Feet on sill. Knees wide. Cunt splayed obscene. Toward her blind view. Rhythm spiked. Fingers pistoned fast. Thighs clapped. Hand half-out slick. Dove back. Hips bucked. Left hand gripped hip. Yanked cheek. Spread hungry slit. Fingertips mauled tender. Scratched ass. Lips bit bliss. Gasps loud. Waves hit. Eyes fluttered shut. Printer whirred. Door lock clicked memory. Perfume clung.
The Explosive Release
She writhed. Sideways now. Back view. Ass cheeks pried. Dripping cunt. Headless torso. Shoulders slim. Hips flawless. Firm cheeks. Hand savage. Held orgasm edge. Arched. Middle finger slow into brown ring. Ass fucked. Snapped. ‘Slut. Your tight ass makes me cum. Take my fingers deep.’ Legs over shoulders. Pulled sopping hand from cunt. Slammed finger ass. Devastation. Eyes on my burning pussy. Her pale form cumming. Too much. Waves ripped cunt to brain. Back contracted. Hoarse gasps. No screams. Spasms endless. Frantic clit rub. Ass thrust. Second build. Fingers craved pussy walls. Scorched. Dipped in. Frenzy. Basin thrust glass. Final pump. Cry escaped. Waves rocked. Slid floor. Drained. Blissed.
Minutes passed. Body hummed. Tits heaved. Cunt throbbed. Ass pulsed. Pulled dress up. Bra snapped. Smoothed skirt. Hair fixed. Perfume dab. Coffee sip from desk mug. Unlocked door. Click. Back to lounge. Interns gone. Husband waited. Timeline chat resumed. Cool nod. No trace. Mask perfect. Lust buried. Work drone. Printer hummed on.